West'ermore
Quoth the Raven...
but on a western sagebrush.
Combining my love for colorful creatures (thanks, Lisa Frank) with local flora.
I couldn't decide what plants/flowers to complement my raven friend - when my husband suggested the local sage. It immediately brought me back to 10+ years ago: astride my spicy mare for an afternoon ride, strolling through the sage and smelling the best smell I've ever smelled. Sage beneath black hooves, crispy mountain air, and the comforting smell of leather and my sweaty horse.
I hope you feel the calm vibes of my casual horseback birdwatching, with fluffy clouds overhead, a mile closer to the sun, and a sky so blue I don't think I could paint it. Then, while breathing it all in, a few magpies hop from brush to brush nearby, cawing at the raven who has come to check us all out.
Reproduction of an original watercolor painting on paper. Archival quality print on cotton paper.
Quoth the Raven...
but on a western sagebrush.
Combining my love for colorful creatures (thanks, Lisa Frank) with local flora.
I couldn't decide what plants/flowers to complement my raven friend - when my husband suggested the local sage. It immediately brought me back to 10+ years ago: astride my spicy mare for an afternoon ride, strolling through the sage and smelling the best smell I've ever smelled. Sage beneath black hooves, crispy mountain air, and the comforting smell of leather and my sweaty horse.
I hope you feel the calm vibes of my casual horseback birdwatching, with fluffy clouds overhead, a mile closer to the sun, and a sky so blue I don't think I could paint it. Then, while breathing it all in, a few magpies hop from brush to brush nearby, cawing at the raven who has come to check us all out.
Reproduction of an original watercolor painting on paper. Archival quality print on cotton paper.
Quoth the Raven...
but on a western sagebrush.
Combining my love for colorful creatures (thanks, Lisa Frank) with local flora.
I couldn't decide what plants/flowers to complement my raven friend - when my husband suggested the local sage. It immediately brought me back to 10+ years ago: astride my spicy mare for an afternoon ride, strolling through the sage and smelling the best smell I've ever smelled. Sage beneath black hooves, crispy mountain air, and the comforting smell of leather and my sweaty horse.
I hope you feel the calm vibes of my casual horseback birdwatching, with fluffy clouds overhead, a mile closer to the sun, and a sky so blue I don't think I could paint it. Then, while breathing it all in, a few magpies hop from brush to brush nearby, cawing at the raven who has come to check us all out.
Reproduction of an original watercolor painting on paper. Archival quality print on cotton paper.